Comparison of William Shakespeare Tempest 3.1 to William Shakespeare

I love her ten times more than e’er I did.

... of companies — slaves as ragged as Lazarus in the painted cloth, where the glutton’s dogs lick’d his sores, and such as indeed were never soldiers, but discarded unjust servingmen, younger sons to younger brothers, revolted tapsters, and ostlers trade-fall’n, the cankers of a calm world and a long peace, ten times more dishonorable ragged than an old feaz’d ancient: and such have I, to fill up the rooms of them as have bought out their services, that you would think that I had a hundred and fifty totter’d prodigals lately come from swine-keeping, from eating draff and husks. A mad fellow met me on the ...

I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart; but the saying is true, “The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.” Bardolph and Nym had ten times more valor than this roaring devil i’ th’ old play, that every one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger, and they are both hang’d, and so would this be, if he durst steal any thing adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys with the luggage of our camp. The French might ... [continues next]

But you are more inhuman, more inexorable,

O, ten times more, than tigers of Hyrcania.

They turn to vicious forms, ten times more ugly

Than ever they were fair. This man so complete,

Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth

Than those old nine which rhymers invocate,

[continues previous] I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart; but the saying is true, “The empty vessel makes the greatest sound.” Bardolph and Nym had ten times more valor than this roaring devil i’ th’ old play, that every one may pare his nails with a wooden dagger, and they are both hang’d, and so would this be, if he durst steal any thing adventurously. I must stay with the lackeys with the ...

A sinful kiss upon my senseless lip, [continues next]

[continues previous] Weeps when he sees the paleness of my cheek,

Drown’d the remembrance. If you’ll please to sit,

(Since I have found a suff’ring true companion,)

You are my all the world, and I must strive

To know my shames and praises from your tongue;

Good my lord, enter here. Wilt break my heart?

I had rather break mine own. Good my lord, enter.

For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, or a fool, [continues next]

[continues previous] For as it would ill become me to be vain, indiscreet, or a fool,

Where do the palmers lodge, I do beseech you?

At the Saint Francis here beside the port.

Whither I am going. I do beseech you, sir,

Since you are like to see the King before me,

Did yawn at alteration. I do beseech you

Sweet mistress — what your name is else, I know not, [continues next]

[continues previous] Sweet mistress — what your name is else, I know not,

Ah, mine own lord, what have I seen tonight!

By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the King: I think he would not wish himself any where but where he is. [continues next]

[continues previous] By my troth, I will speak my conscience of the King: I think he would not wish himself any where but where he is.

I something fear my father’s wrath, but nothing [continues next]

[continues previous] I something fear my father’s wrath, but nothing

I would keep from thee. For your sake, jewel, [continues next]

Adieu, adieu, adieu! Remember me. [continues next]

[continues previous] I am glad at soul I have no other child,

[continues previous] O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?

But what a fool am I to chat with you, [continues next]

[continues previous] But what a fool am I to chat with you,

Most excellent accomplish’d lady, the heavens rain odors on you!

That youth’s a rare courtier — “rain odors,” well.

That cravens my weak hand. Come, here’s my heart: [continues next]

[continues previous] That cravens my weak hand. Come, here’s my heart:

Pray walk awhile. About some half hour hence,

To rest a while, some half an hour or so, [continues next]

In a rich chair of state, opposing freely [continues next]

A’ my word, the father’s son. I’ll swear ’tis a very pretty boy. A’ my troth, I look’d upon him a’ We’n’sday half an hour together; h’as such a confirm’d countenance. I saw him run after a gilded butterfly, and when he caught it, he let it go again, and after it again, and over and over he comes, and up again; catch’d it again: or whether his fallen rag’d him, or how ’twas, he ...

[continues previous] To rest a while, some half an hour or so,